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Flavius had, for the four years of his marriage, during which he had continued, as was the accepted norm, to have sexual relations with other men, whom he had drawn as socially acceptable, subservient partners from the numerous male slaves of the Valerius household. He had scrupulously observed the conventions that such relationships were strictly one way. He had fucked his partner, but had never allowed, as he had often wanted, his partner to fuck him. To use a slang expression, for an AC-DC man such as Flavius, who needed both to fuck and to be fucked by other men, adhering to this convention required enormous will-power and strict self-discipline. Flavius, to satisfy his carnal desire to have a full give and take relationship, in which his own anus was penetrated, had thus been forced to stray from the straight and narrow path of convention. He had found, among the Roman aristocracy – in the event, an amazingly simple task – a number of young men of similar persuasion, all of whom were bound by the same hide-bound, restrictive social conventions as he was. Unbeknown to any of his family, including his wife, he had, over the past four years developed with several, like-minded young men, a number of mutually satisfying intimate relationships. These communicants he frequently invited to share and participate in the sexual freedom offered by the discreet confines of the Casa Priapus, entrance to which was forbidden to any members of the Valerius household.\n\nUntil he became head of the Valerius family, Flavius had never bought a slave. His late father, Cornelius, had always handled the purchasing of slaves, of whom the household possessed well over 100.. However, having built the Casa Priapus, Flavius decided that he would endow it with a complement of new slaves, some of whom would be devoted purely to matters sexual. But first he purchased a new complement of household slaves, all male, whose job it was to see to the smooth functioning of the Casa Priapus. However, with the Roman enthusiasm for male-male sex, he intended to make the Casa Priapus a temple to homosexuality, in which he and his friends could indulge their every sexual whim away from prying eyes. To this end and with unlimited financial means at his disposal, Flavius made his first visits to several of the many slave traders in Rome, who specialised in supplying young men aged upwards of 16 years explicitly for sexual purposes.\n\nThe renown and wealth of the Valerius family was well known in Rome and had preceded Flavius in his slave purchasing venture, as had the rumour that the young pater familias of the family was throwing convention to the winds and was intend to buy a number of attractive young men, who has slaves would constitute a sort of male harem located in a new building completely separate from the main Villa Valerius and dedicated to serving their new Master with what are politely known as pleasures of the flesh. The Romans were well aware from their marauding expeditions into the Arab lands of the Mediterranean, that upper class Arabs usually had several wives and concubines, who lived in luxurious seclusion in a harem, protected from predatory sex with men other than their husbands by a group of eunuchs, who were thanks to castration unable to raise the flag and impregnate the women they were protecting. What Flavius was proposing to establish was tantamount to male harem in Rome itself: a group of attractive young men, who would be sex-slaves for him and his friends.\n\nOnce the merchants sensed that here was a potential, new and rich customer, who was, additionally looking to purchase male slaves for more than household duties, all stops were pulled put to present to him the absolute cream of what was currently available. Black slaves of African origin or descent were quite a common feature in ancient Rome, although the Valerius household had never possessed any. It was, therefore, not surprising when at the first slave-dealer he visited and found himself presented with the first black slave he had ever seen in his life that Valerius found himself thunderstruck.\n\nTo an aesthete like Flavius, this black man was a revelation; one, which was to change his outlook on life completely. Irrespective of the colour of his skin, to a man of Flavius’s refined aesthetic tastes, this African slave was the embodiment of physical perfection: the absolute quintessence of sexual desirability: the ultimate, exquisitely perfect expression of male beauty and sexuality. He had been born into slavery in Rome to second generation, African slave parents and was, in fact, not very black, but had skin of a rather attractive shade of brown; he answered to a Roman name, Maro, and spoke Latin as his mother tongue. Romans always wished to see exactly what they were buying in terms of human livestock; and so, as was the custom, Maro was presented for sale completely naked. Sensing that he was about to catch a big fish, the slave-dealer had made a great effort to show his prize offering in the very best light. He had, therefore taken the exceptional step of oiling Maro’s naked body, so that the young man’s gorgeous musculature gleamed in the sunlight.\n\nMaro could not have been more than 18-19 years old, but he had already an exquisitely muscular, athletic build, with a fine set of pectoral muscles, coupled with a well-defined, rippling abdomen, which testified to a young man who was both proud of, and also took care of, his body. But, looking at Maro also gave credence to the widely held belief that black African men have bigger penises than their white homologues. Flavius, to whom, as to most homosexuals, the sexual endowment of other men was highly important, was stunned by the size of Maro’s penis, which was at present flaccidly relaxed and descended gracefully, eight, well-balanced, plump rubbery inches, over his balls, which were held close to his body. It ended in a superbly rounded head, set off from the impressive shaft by the stark relief of a clearly defined rim, free of any ill-defined remnants of residual foreskin. This was the first time that Flavius had ever seen a circumcised cock, and such a large one to boot; not surprisingly, he was utterly entranced by what he saw.\n\nIn fact, Maro had a sexual endowment most men would die for. Viewing Maro’s cock it in its present quiescent state, Flavius was already practically drooling at the mouth wondering just how big that magnificent fuck-stick would be when it was fully hard and prepared for action. He motioned to Maro to turn himself around and was presented with an alluring pair of muscular, rounded buttocks, separated by a deep crevice, just asking to be parted by a rampant cock. Flavius was already trying to envisage how delicious it would be to thrust this own considerable meat between those two impressive mounds. He could almost feel his own cock stretching what he imagined would the powerful anal sphincter muscles, protecting Maro’s tight little anus, whose initial resistance, in his mind’s eye, he was already overcoming ,with one firm, smooth thrust of his rock-hard rod as he sank it to the hilt into the slave’s arse.\n\nThe it suddenly it him; Maro’s superb phallic cannon supported by his testicular gun carriage had been thrown into thrown into clear relief by the removal of his pubic hair. In fact, on closer inspection, Flavius saw that, other than the hair on his head, Maro’s gleaming body had been shaved clean of any hair whatsoever. It was, for Flavius, if not a case of love, then at least of lust, at first sight. He knew he had to have Maro; a price, was quickly agreed with the dealer and Maro became Flavius’s property to do with as he wished. Any thoughts of continuing with what he had originally envisaged, to use a modern expression, as a shopping expedition, for the express purpose of acquiring several male slaves for sexual purposes, were forgotten. Flavius now had only one immediate objective: to get Maro back to the Casa Priapus and explore the sexual delights of his new slave’s gorgeous body and monumental cock.\n\nMaro was the first slave that Flavius had ever bought for the explicit purpose of sex. In active exercise of his bi-sexual libido, Flavius had, over the past four years, had sex with other slaves of the Valerius household; but such relations had been an adjunct to the slaves’ normal functions as unpaid servants in the household. As they walked back to the Casa Priapus together, Flavius had never felt so erotically aroused at the prospect of having sex with any other man, whether slave or social equal, as he now felt about Maro. His own uncontrollable erection was hidden under the voluminous toga he was wearing. But with that mind of its own, his cock was already raging away with anticipation of forthcoming sex and exuding pre-cum. Just looking at Maro, Flavius was in such an aroused state that it was all he could do to restrain himself from tearing the clothes off his slave and fucking him there and then in the street. It is worth noting that, great and regular practitioners of sex though they undoubtedly were, Roman men were always modest in their attire in public. There was no tradition, even in sporting events, of male athletes showing their all, as was the case among the Greeks. Roman men did not vaunt their crown jewels in public. But underneath the cloak of overt, moral rectitude, sex, in all its forms, was, as ever, alive and well.\n\nFlavius was fervently hoping that Maro would become a vigorous sex partner for him, always available to do his bidding, leading him to ever more exciting, hitherto unexplored, penetrative, homosexual, gymnastic exploits. He hoped too that Maro would prove to have an active sexual appetite for other men to match that of his own. He wanted the young man also to enjoy their couplings, which promised to be very frequent, in view of his quasi-insatiable need to exercise that side of his libido, which directed him regularly towards fuckong other men. Flavius had no idea at all as to Maro’s personal sexual orientation. He knew only what he had seen; but if, as Flavius fervently hoped, Maro was sexually attracted towards members of his own sex, then all to the good. However, if Maro turned out to be a red-blooded heterosexual, then he would have to learn that in his new post, his first and most important task would be to provide a welcoming anus for his new Master to fuck: as a slave he had absolutely no say in the matter.\n\nJust as Flavius could fuck Maro as and when he wished, if he, the Master ordered Maro to do the unthinkable for a slave and fuck him, then that is what the young-man had to do, like it or not! There was, however, a potential fly in the ointment; if Flavius ordered Maro to fuck him, there was no guarantee that the lad, willing though he himself might be, would be physically able to obey the order. To play the active, top role in sex, whether hetero or homo, depends on the top’s ability to field a rock-hard fuck-stick at the appropriate moment. But, as we all know, a man’s cock has a mind of its own and can, on occasions, be wilfully disobedient and decline to rise to the occasion, whereas at other times, it embarrasses its owner by sticking itself out, uncalled for, like a sore thumb. In its own way it is in charge of its actions, as is a horse, which can be led to water, but cannot be made to drink if it does not wish to do so.\n\nThus if Valerius were to order Maro to fuck him, as, ignoring social convention, he might well do – he had already had thoughts of allowing himself to be penetrated by the biggest and most beautiful penis he had ever seen – if Maro’s cock decided not to play ball, then there was nothing either of them could do about it. So as they progressed towards the Casa Priapus and their first assignation together, Valerius was quite sure that he could uphold his own honour, as his cock was telling him in no uncertain terms from the moment he had first set eyes on Maro that it wanted to fuck him; but he was less sure about a potential return bout from his new slave, who was still an unknown quantity.\n\nFlavius had not yet made it clear to Maro, the purpose behind his purchase. For all Maro knew, he was to be a household slave and do the bidding of Flavius, his new Master, who, by any standards, was also a sexually attractive young man. Arriving at Casa Priapus, Flavius, who could not wait to initiate his new slave into his role his principal, in-house, anal slave, took Maro straight to his own bedroom and told him to take off his clothes as he had a special assignment for him. Whilst Maro was stripping, Flavius did likewise. A minute or so later, the two young men, Maro, the slave, aged 19 and Flavius, Maro’s new Lord and Master, head of the House of Valerius, aged but 21, but already with four children to his name, stood there feasting their eyes on each other. Flavius had already seen and been visually seduced by the exquisite naked beauty of his new slave at the slave dealer’s.\n\nNow seeing him for the second time within an hour, in private and on a one-to-one basis, he was not at all disappointed in his acquisition. As he gazed in admiration at Maro’s beauty, his heart jumped for joy as he saw that magnificent piece of uncontrollable manhood between his slave’s legs was already beginning its upward journey; as he watched, before his very eyes, Maro’s impressive, soft penis was transforming itself into a rock-hard fuck-stick, which within half a minute was pointing itself arrogantly at his Master. Maro had the biggest cock Flavius had ever seen – and he had seen a lot. As it now was, ready for action, its huge. circumcised head glistening with a generous emission of pre-cum, it measured ten inches, straight as a die, with a diameter of just over two inches. As he was now seeing Maro completely aroused just by the act of looking at his new Master, Flavius knew that his initial fears that his slave might be unable to raise the flag, even if ordered to do so, were totally unfounded. From what he was seeing, his new slave had all the appearance of being an Alpha Cocksman: an expert at drilling arse.\n\nWhilst Flavius was visually taking in the magnificently muscular physique and sexual attributes,of his new slave, Maro was likewise visually assessing his new Master. Other than telling Maro to take off his clothes, not another word had passed between them. But now, with the two young studs both naked and sizing each other up, words were superfluous as it was obvious where all this was leading. Maro, one of life’s realists, did not need Flavius to tell him what he already knew about himself; that he was exceptionally well-endowed sexually, which was a fact. But now that he was seeing Flavius naked for the first time, the slave saw that he and his new Master were physically a well-matched pair. True, in terms of penis size, Flavius could not quite match Maro – but few men could; and anyway, Maro knew for a fact that black Africans generally had bigger cocks than Europeans. But looking at his Master’s cock, which was pointing directly at him, rigidly erect, he saw that Flavius was blessed with a more than credible erection: some 8 inches long and with a girth equivalent to his own; all in all, his new Master possessed a formidably long piece of hard-meat. And in terms of muscular development, Maro saw that his Master was obviously as proud of his own body as he himself was of his: he had that type of musculature which testified to many hours of regular exercise.\n\nFlavius, fully aware that he was being visually assessed by his slave, was utterly blown away by what he saw. As Maro was his slave, he did not need any permission to do anything he wanted with or to him. Flavius could hold his libido in check no longer; as he answered the powerful call of sex, throwing convention to the winds, Flavius, the Master, dropped to his knees in front of Maro, his slave, and started hungrily licking his cock. He soon had circumcised head of Maro’s penis in his mouth and started sucking him off. Flavius was no newcomer the art of fellatio, both actively and passively, but never before had he taken a cock the size of Maro’s into his mouth. Maro, seeing what was obviously his new Master’s intention, like the good slave and servant he was, quickly proved himself sexually alert and obliged Valerius by starting to fuck his face. He began very gently at first; but, as is usually the case with any form of sexual intercourse, whether oral or anal, hetero or homo, lust very quickly takes control of the active partner’s actions, as he finds himself caught up and controlled by the stimulation of the sex act. Although it would be an exaggeration to say that Flavius took the entire 10 inches of Maro’s erection down his throat in this, their first act of union, he nevertheless took a sizeable length. However, Flavius did not allow Maro enough time to fuck himself to orgasm and dump his load into his mouth, as he suddenly disengaged himself from his slave’s cock and told Maro to lie flat on the his back on the bed.\n\nFlavius proceeded to lubricate both Maro’s anus and his own cock with oil, before spreading his slave’s legs, kneeling down between them, he lifted them against his torso and held them vertical against his chest, one each side of his head. As he pushed the tip of his cock against Maro’s tight little anus, he felt the automatic reflex tensing of his slave’s anal sphincters, before stretching his tight pucker with one firm thrust of his cock-head and sliding his full length into his passage in one uninterrupted smooth movement. In total control, Flavius began that classic to and fro, reciprocating movement, which is the essence of sexual intercourse, whether hetero or homo. His signature technique, whether fucking his wife or another man, was always the same. He gave his bottom partner long strokes of his sizeable cock, withdrawing himself almost completely before making his next thrust. But for the very first time – and remember, Flavius had been fucking butt since he was 15 years old – he suddenly felt the need to satisfy his slave as much as he needed – and intended – to satisfy himself.\n\nUntil now, like most men, when he was topping another slave, or even a free-man of a lower class than himself, he had only ever thought of his own satisfaction. Most encounters hitherto had ended, after a few minutes of frenzied thrusting with both him and his partner maniacally jerking themselves off to completion. But now, with himself in the dominant position, in this, his first sexual union with Maro, his slave: his toy: his possession, with whom he could do absolutely anything he wanted, he suddenly knew that he wanted to please him as much as he wanted – and needed – to satisfy his own libido. Why he suddenly felt this way about a young black slave, whom he had just bought, he had no idea. But Flavius knew he did; moreover, he had already sensed that Maro was to occupy a very special place in his life.\n\nWith his dick still deep inside Maro, he began fucking him in earnest, which, at that moment, he not only wanted, but also needed to do. He was so sexually aroused by what he had just done for his slave orally, it suddenly hit him that when he had sex with his wife, he always climaxed inside her and left her with his load of life-creating man-juice inside her, as four children in four years testified. Moreover, he normally succeeded in taking his wife through to her own climax, which always occurred simultaneously with his own; and at that marvellous moment, they clung tightly together, often bathed in sweat, whilst he jerked his load into her. It was due to the regularity of Flavius’s stellar, conjugal performance as much as to the fact that she was still deeply in love with him that Claudia had agreed to stay with him and accept that she would share him sexually with a number of men.\n\nAll this flashed through Flavius’s mind with his cock still buried deeply inside his new slave, to whom he was just about to give his maiden fuck – from his Master, that is; for it was obvious from what had already passed between them that Maro was a young man of considerable prior sexual experience. Flavius’s reflections had set him thinking; if he were able to take his wife through to orgasm simultaneous with his own, then why should he not do the same for another man whom he was fucking, or vice versa, if he allowed another man to fuck him? After all, he reasoned to himself, what usually happened between two men when they had sex, was that the top vigorously fucked the bottom and then, still far away from any orgasm for either of them, he withdrew himself; top and bottom then proceeded to jerk themselves off manually each towards his own independent climax. It has to be admitted, this he had done himself, times without number; it was the classic way two men fucked each other, two millennia later, it is still largely the same today.\n\nBut one thing he knew for sure; the orgasm he achieved when he fucked his wife, which was, perforce, without any manual stimulation, was much more pleasurable and intense than that produced by jerking himself off. It was with this thought in mind that he withdrew himself almost completely from Maro’s anus and prepared himself for his first true thrust. This was, in its way, a minor historic occasion. For Flavius, fucking Maro would be the first time he had ever had sex with a slave, whom he had bought for that express purpose. But it was also by way of being the initiation of the Casa Priapus into its true vocational purpose – if one can attribute a vocation to an inanimate building : that of a place dedicated to the practice and celebration of homosexual sex. As he looked down on the smiling, handsome face of Maro, who as yet was unaware of his destiny with Flavius, he simply said: \"Maro, just hold your kit out of the way whilst I fuck you and brace yourself; this is going to be a hard ride; don’t think of working your cock with your hand. Just leave everything to me.\"\n\nWith that, Flavius thrust his cock, with considerable force, back into Maro’s passage, burying it again up the hilt. It is said that many a true word is spoken in jest and from that first thrust onwards, Flavius saw that what he had said about a hard ride would be truer then he had ever imagined – at least for himself. He had made the comment as he saw from the outset that his intention to attempt to bring both himself and Maro to simultaneously coordinated climaxes would require a great deal of effort by him as prime mover. But when he made that remark it had been off-the-cuff and he had not counted on what amounted to passive – or if not quite passive – invisible, resistance from Maro. Obviously well versed in the finer, often illusive points, of anal sex, the moment Maro felt that Flavius was ready to begin seriously to fuck him, he automatically flexed his anal sphincters and gripped his Master’s cock, if not in a vice-like grip, at least very firmly. As he made his first thrust, Flavius knew immediately that his cock was being held in the grasp of Maro’s anal muscles and that his slave, quite passively, was determined to wring the last ounce of pleasure for himself out of what his new Master was about to do to him. But, at the same time, Flavius, providing the entire physical effort behind all that was happening, realised that he too would benefit from the added friction which Maro was bringing to bear by gripping his cock.\n\nWhat Maro did not know, was that Flavius was intent on giving them both a totally new sexual experience; but then, how could he as the two of them had never had sex together? But Flavius had already decided to that by fucking Maro long and hard, exclusively with his cock, they would both climax together; if things went as planned, he would dump his load deep inside of Maro, who would – and this was thing – simultaneously climax and ejaculate his own load over both his own and his Master’s torsos. Flavius had hitherto never even managed to climax himself and dump his own load inside any sex partner, of whom he had had plenty over the past four years. Now, here he was, in a braggadocio, look-at-me stance, in his first act of anal copulation with his new slave, a totally unknown quantity, not only fucking him for the first time, but envisaging also bringing them both to a simultaneous climax, using only his cock.\n\nIf Roman pigs had had wings, at that moment, they would have flown! Flavius had romantically seen himself as an Alpha Male, drenched in the sweat, due to the immense physical effort he had just made, collapsing post-coitally on top of Maro, their two bodies united as one by Maro’s semen, enjoying together the afterglow of those few, fleeting, euphoric moments, when they had exploded together in two simultaneous orgasms. That had been Flavius’s dream. But man’s best laid plans often go awry and any competent cocksman would have told Flavius that he was pissing into the wind. He had never yet even managed to bring himself to orgasm inside of one of the many male partners he had had over the past four years; so his ambition to take both himself and Maro to the sublime heights on their first union was really pie in the sky. But like many enthusiasts before him, he saw himself as invincible and was not to be deterred; he was, at that moment dreaming a well-nigh impossible dream.\n\nAs Flavius gave Maro’s anus that first serious thrust with his cock, Maro gripped his Master’s meat firmly with his anal sphincters. This had become almost an automatic, protective reflex for Maro, as he had been sorely abused by the chief slave of his previous Master, who had regularly used – and abused – his anus as his private property. In fact, Maro would never have dared to grip Flavius’s cock in the way he did, had he not been so often abused previously. To do so would have been seen by most Romans as lèse majesté and he would have been punished for it. However, his quasi-involuntary reaction had both a negative and positive effect on the act which then took place. Flavius knew from his past unsuccessful experiences that to achieve his goal and bring both of them to a climax together, he would require not only considerable staying power, but also the acuity to see when Maro had reached the critical point and was ready for that final thrust which would take both of them to that pinnacle of sexual experience: the simultaneous orgasm. But when push came to shove, thanks to the additional friction on his cock due to Maro’s grip on it, Flavius reached his own climax, whilst still battering Maro’s hole with his cock, well before his partner had reached his point of no return. Much to his chagrin, Flavius, despite his best intentions, could no longer hold himself back and, for the first time ever, dumped his entire load inside Maro in the greatest sexual climax he had ever experienced in his life.\n\nFlavius was sorely disappointed that he had not succeeded in his ambitious endeavour. But what he had achieved should nevertheless be considered a success. For the first time ever, Flavius had himself climaxed inside his partner, a feat he had hitherto, in four years of active sex with other men, never accomplished; in fact, until now, he had never really tried. Not realising what his new Master had intended, as far as Maro was concerned, the situation was normal. Well, not quite normal as Maro had never before experienced his partner climaxing inside him in the way Flavius had just done. Maro was, in fact, highly impressed by his new Master’s sexual performance, which transcended anything he had previously experienced. This one experience had already shown him that when it came to anal sex, his new Master was that rare bird: an Alpha Male fucker. But as Flavius had not yet told him what his role in the Valerius household would be, Maro had no idea that he was destined, in the near future, to become the principal male sex partner of his new Master.\n\nBoth Flavius and Maro had probably divined instantly, from the first moment they had seen each other at the slave dealer’s, that there was that indefinable, compulsive, attraction between them, which would ultimately bring them sexually together. And now, looking at each other post-coitally, through rose tinted spectacles, both men knew, without exchanging a word, that they wanted each other. Maro had enjoyed being fucked by Flavius and could barely restrain himself from grabbing his Master and sinking his own tumescent meat into him there and then. But Maro was well aware that even though his Master could fuck him, the converse was not permissible. He knew he could never fuck an aristocrat like Flavius. But Maro’s desire was not one-sided, for Flavius knew that he wanted Maro to fuck him; he wanted to experience the pleasure of taking Maro’s full ten inches inside him and have his arse battered to orgasm by his slave as he tried to bring himself to climax inside his Master. But, somehow, now was not quite the right moment for Flavius to let his slave loose on his arse. He knew that had allowed himself to be carried away by his lust for Maro, whom had met only a brief time ago. At the end of the day, Maro was a slave and his subservient position in the Valerius household was to be brought home to him with a vengeance, which, in view of what had just occurred between him and his Master, was to be a brutally painful shock.\n\nFlavius’s father, Valerius, had never been a hard task Master with his slaves, all of whom he treated, on the whole, quite well; so well, in fact, that most slaves in the Valerius household were highly content with their lot in life. They lived a better and more comfortable life and were better fed than most freedmen. However, whenever he purchased a new male slave, Valerius had systematically subjected him, immediately on arrival, to a beating, by way of a warning as to what would happen to him if he were in any way disobedient. Most slaves never received another beating during their time in the household. Flavius had seen no reason to discontinue this custom now that he was head of the household and he had systematically beaten, on their arrival, the two or three new male slaves he had bought since his father’s death and he knew that he could not allow Maro to escape this painful induction. To do so would be a sign of weakness; and who could tell where that might lead? He now saw the error of his ways; he should have beaten Maro immediately on arrival at the Casa Priapus, before allowing himself to be carried away by his new slave’s sexual attractiveness and giving way to his own lust for the young man. But he had not done so; and what was done was done and could not be undone.\n\nThus, he was now faced with the difficulty of retroactively punishing a young man to whom he was personally very attracted and whom he had just fucked, thereby already giving him ideas above his station. When I say ideas above his station, Maro’s relationship with his new Master and the household, which he had just entered, had never been defined. But actions speak louder than words, of which very few had passed between them; and from the way in which his new Master had treated him sexually, Maro could have been quite reasonably forgiven for thinking that he was special. Flavius was embarrassed to find himself in an invidious position, entirely of his own making; he had acted in haste and now was repenting at leisure as he considered what to do.\n\nBut if Flavius wanted to retain his authority, what could he do but beat Maro? Like many men in a position of power, he offered no explanation as he ordered Maro to stand up, bend across the end of the table and present his buttocks for a beating, Poor Maro, had no idea why he was to be beaten; but, as a slave, he could not disobey a command from his Master, who proceeded, forthwith, to flog his arse with a short leather whip. Had there been any observers present, which, thank God, there were not, they would have witnessed the remarkable sight of a muscular, young, black slave, with an enormous, erect penis, having his arse roasted by his equally muscular Master, who too was stark naked and also sporting a rigid erection. It was a highly erotic, totally un-programmed dramatic scene: a naked Roman aristocrat exercising absolute power over his slave, who had no idea why he was being flogged. Flavius, who did have a conscience, felt absolutely awful thrashing a young man whom he already liked enormously and whom he had just fucked. But just try to imagine how totally confused Maro felt after what he had just experienced at the hands of his Master: fucked and then, for no apparent reason, immediately thrashed; but his not to reason why, but to obey.\n\nImmediately after he had beaten Maro, Flavius was consumed with self-recrimination and guilt at what he had just done. He made amends in the only way he could, to show his slave that the nascent relationship that he had cut short by suddenly deciding to flog his slave, was not dead. He did not try to excuse himself verbally; but as Maro was still bent across the table he placed a comforting hand, palm down gently on his slave’s back, to indicate that he should remain in that bent over position. He first poured a little soothing, herb-scented oil onto the welts with which, he had defiled Maro’s gorgeously attractive buttocks, before very carefully massaging the oil into Maro’s wounds, trying to ease his pain and not to hurt him further. As he continued his ministrations, he descended further into crevice between the Maro’s buttocks and soon he was massaging oil around the lad’s anus. By this time Maro saw that Flavius was intent on having sex with him again, to which he had personally no objection, as it was now dawning on him that he may have been bought by his new Master exclusively for sex purposes. To facilitate matters he obligingly spread his legs, thereby exposing the entrancingly tight anal pucker, from which Flavius had, only a few minutes ago, withdrawn his meat, after what he himself considered his ill-fated, failed, maiden fuck of his new slave. But as Maro had never known that Flavius’s laudable objective had been a double orgasm, he did not see their first union as a failure. Quite to the contrary, in fact, as he had emerged from their union feeling truly well-fucked by Flavius, who had managed to climax and dump his load inside him, something which he had never before experienced. The only thing he regretted was that Flavius, having himself climaxed and shot his load inside him, had withdrawn and not allowed him to jerk himself off to his own orgasm and, for no apparent reason, had then suddenly withdrawn himself and ordered Maro across the table, where he had taken a whip to his arse.\n\nMaro was not, therefore, surprised when he again felt the tip of his Master’s cock pushing against his anus, and then, for the second time within an hour, as Flavius again slid his hard fuck-stick into his passage, Maro’s anal sphincters again automatically gripped what they evidently saw as a marauding invader entering the most private of sanctums. But this time, once Flavius had overcome this resistance and slid his full length inside of Maro for the second time within an hour, he paused; then for the first time he told Maro what he was trying to do.\n\n\"Maro, if you could release your grip on my cock a bit it would make things much easier for me. I really do want to fuck you, in a way in which I have never wanted to fuck any man before. What I was trying to do an hour ago, but I made the mistake of not telling you, was to take both of us through to orgasm at the same time, so that we both shot our loads together and enjoyed simultaneous orgasms, without recourse to any manual assistance. So I wanted to climax inside you and leave you with my load and, at the same time, I wanted you to spray us both with your own semen. But due to your tight grip on my dick, I was not able to hold myself back long enough to bring you to your own climax and I shot my wad early, leaving you high and dry to fend for yourself. But I did not even allow you to do that, as I immediately felt that I had to beat you. You did not know it, but I am telling you now; all slaves on this house, receive a beating on their arrival. It is by way of an induction, to warn them of what will happen to them if they are disobedient. Anyway, you know what happened; I simply dumped my load and left you totally unsatisfied. So, Maro, what I want you to do is to relax your muscles and free my cock to allow me to try again to take us both at the same time to that state of nirvana.\"\n\n\"Master, I do not think you failed in your mission. As a slave, I have been with many men since I was 16 years sold and I can tell you that never in that time has anyone ever fucked me in the way you did. That was the first time I have ever experienced any of my Masters – and I have had several – climaxing inside me and leaving me with their semen inside me. So, for me, Master, it was a success as I am carrying part of you inside me.\"\n\n\"Well, Maro, I am glad you feel like that. But just do what I say; try to release your grip on my meat and hold your own kit out of the way and I will endeavour to do better this time.\"\n\nIt was now a matter of pride for Flavius to achieve his lofty, but laudable goal, and bring both himself and his slave to orgasm simultaneously, a feat which he had dreamed of, but which he had never, as yet, achieved. But somehow he felt that in Maro he had found someone very special, who was destined to become his future muse in matters sexual and inspire him to ever greater heights. Flavius had known from the moment he had first seen Maro, that he wanted him. But what he had not yet recognised was that what he thought was lust, had in fact been love at first sight. It was a truth which Flavius did not acknowledge to himself until many years later. But I must not get ahead of myself in this story and allow thing to happen at their due time.\n\nMaro obeyed Flavius’s order to relax his anal grip on his Master’s cock, whereupon Flavius immediately began to fuck his slave with the long caressingly gentle strokes with the full length of his cock. As his own sexual arousal built up, Flavius increased the length, force and speed of each of his downward thrust, until he was hammering away at great speed at Maro’s arse. At each thrust he bottomed his balls against his slave’s arse, giving him the repeated benefit of his full length each time. Sweating like a bull with the intensity of his efforts, he was rewarded by Maro, who cried out several times: \"Master, please don’t stop; please, please, Master, don’t stop now.\" By this time, Flavius was on the edge of his own climax, but he steeled himself and managed to hold himself back until he somehow sensed that he had brought Maro to the point of no return. At that moment he withdrew himself completely before plunging his fuck-stick, dripping with precum, with the greatest force he could muster, back into Maro’s anus, which brought both of them to a climax. With his cock buried to the hilt inside Maro, Flavius, pumped and pumped his second load of semen within an hour, deep into his slave. It was an orgasm, which seemed as if it would never end; in reality, although hyper-intense, it was as fleeting as it always is. Maro, whose own massively erect cock, was hanging over the edge of the table, over which he had been bent to be flogged and over which, with Flavius standing behind him in a sort of modified doggy position, he had just been right royally fucked, dumped his load onto the floor.\n\nDripping with the sweat of his labour, Flavius now slumped, exhausted, over Maro’s back, leaving his rock-hard cock to calm itself still embedded inside of his slave’s rectum. It had been a perfect coupling, as both men had experienced that nec-plus-ultra of male sex: the simultaneous male orgasm: that ultimate pleasure, so often dreamed of, but so rarely experienced as it required so great an effort. For Maro, it had been an occasion, the like of which he had never even dreamed; never know, until now, that such pleasure existed. But it was true; it was all real; it had all actually happened to him; and with his new Master to boot! But for Flavius, ever the romantic, his future sexual relations with other men, would become an increasingly important factor in his life. No matter what the social status of the man with whom he was having sex, from slave to one of his own aristocratic peers, he always whether performing as a top or bottom, treated his partner with respect. He had that inbuilt feeling that the sex act was a mutual affair and that both partners, no matter what their station in life or their part in the act, deserved to enjoy the experience of one of life’s most magic moments. Flavius was the exception which proved the rule: he was a considerate and empathetic, Roman patrician.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Casa Priapus was finished and ready for use as a stately pleasure dome (apologies to Xanadu) dedicated to the celebration of male homosexuality in all its forms. Flavius had, for the four years of his marriage, during which he had continued, as was the accepted norm, to have sexual relations with other men, whom he had drawn as socially acceptable, subservient partners from the numerous male slaves of the Valerius household. He had scrupulously observed the conventions that such relationships were strictly one way. He had fucked his partner, but had never allowed, as he had often wanted, his partner to fuck him. To use a slang expression, for an AC-DC man such as Flavius, who needed both to fuck and to be fucked by other men, adhering to this convention required enormous will-power and strict self-discipline. Flavius, to satisfy his carnal desire to have a full give and take relationship, in which his own anus was penetrated, had thus been forced to stray from the straight and narrow path of convention. He had found, among the Roman aristocracy   – in the event, an amazingly simple task   – a number of young men of similar persuasion, all of whom were bound by the same hide-bound, restrictive social conventions as he was. Unbeknown to any of his family, including his wife, he had, over the past four years developed with several, like-minded young men, a number of mutually satisfying intimate relationships. These communicants he frequently invited to share and participate in the sexual freedom offered by the discreet confines of the Casa Priapus, entrance to which was forbidden to any members of the Valerius household.

Until he became head of the Valerius family, Flavius had never bought a slave. His late father, Cornelius, had always handled the purchasing of slaves, of whom the household possessed well over 100.. However, having built the Casa Priapus, Flavius decided that he would endow it with a complement of new slaves, some of whom would be devoted purely to matters sexual. But first he purchased a new complement of household slaves, all male, whose job it was to see to the smooth functioning of the Casa Priapus. However, with the Roman enthusiasm for male-male sex, he intended to make the Casa Priapus a temple to homosexuality, in which he and his friends could indulge their every sexual whim away from prying eyes. To this end and with unlimited financial means at his disposal, Flavius made his first visits to several of the many slave traders in Rome, who specialised in supplying young men aged upwards of 16 years explicitly for sexual purposes.

The renown and wealth of the Valerius family was well known in Rome and had preceded Flavius in his slave purchasing venture, as had the rumour that the young pater familias of the family was throwing convention to the winds and was intend to buy a number of attractive young men, who has slaves would constitute a sort of male harem located in a new building completely separate from the main Villa Valerius and dedicated to serving their new Master with what are politely known as pleasures of the flesh. The Romans were well aware from their marauding expeditions into the Arab lands of the Mediterranean, that upper class Arabs usually had several wives and concubines, who lived in luxurious seclusion in a harem, protected from predatory sex with men other than their husbands by a group of eunuchs, who were thanks to castration unable to raise the flag and impregnate the women they were protecting. What Flavius was proposing to establish was tantamount to male harem in Rome itself: a group of attractive young men, who would be sex-slaves for him and his friends.

Once the merchants sensed that here was a potential, new and rich customer, who was, additionally looking to purchase male slaves for more than household duties, all stops were pulled put to present to him the absolute cream of what was currently available. Black slaves of African origin or descent were quite a common feature in ancient Rome, although the Valerius household had never possessed any. It was, therefore, not surprising when at the first slave-dealer he visited and found himself presented with the first black slave he had ever seen in his life that Valerius found himself thunderstruck.

To an aesthete like Flavius, this black man was a revelation; one, which was to change his outlook on life completely. Irrespective of the colour of his skin, to a man of Flavius’s refined aesthetic tastes, this African slave was the embodiment of physical perfection: the absolute quintessence of sexual desirability: the ultimate, exquisitely perfect expression of male beauty and sexuality. He had been born into slavery in Rome to second generation, African slave parents and was, in fact, not very black, but had skin of a rather attractive shade of brown; he answered to a Roman name, Maro, and spoke Latin as his mother tongue. Romans always wished to see exactly what they were buying in terms of human livestock; and so, as was the custom, Maro was presented for sale completely naked. Sensing that he was about to catch a big fish, the slave-dealer had made a great effort to show his prize offering in the very best light. He had, therefore taken the exceptional step of oiling Maro’s naked body, so that the young man’s gorgeous musculature gleamed in the sunlight.

Maro could not have been more than 18-19 years old, but he had already an exquisitely muscular, athletic build, with a fine set of pectoral muscles, coupled with a well-defined, rippling abdomen, which testified to a young man who was both proud of, and also took care of, his body. But, looking at Maro also gave credence to the widely held belief that black African men have bigger penises than their white homologues. Flavius, to whom, as to most homosexuals, the sexual endowment of other men was highly important, was stunned by the size of Maro’s penis, which was at present flaccidly relaxed and descended gracefully, eight, well-balanced, plump rubbery inches, over his balls, which were held close to his body. It ended in a superbly rounded head, set off from the impressive shaft by the stark relief of a clearly defined rim, free of any ill-defined remnants of residual foreskin. This was the first time that Flavius had ever seen a circumcised cock, and such a large one to boot; not surprisingly, he was utterly entranced by what he saw.

In fact, Maro had a sexual endowment most men would die for. Viewing Maro’s cock it in its present quiescent state, Flavius was already practically drooling at the mouth wondering just how big that magnificent fuck-stick would be when it was fully hard and prepared for action. He motioned to Maro to turn himself around and was presented with an alluring pair of muscular, rounded buttocks, separated by a deep crevice, just asking to be parted by a rampant cock. Flavius was already trying to envisage how delicious it would be to thrust this own considerable meat between those two impressive mounds. He could almost feel his own cock stretching what he imagined would the powerful anal sphincter muscles, protecting Maro’s tight little anus, whose initial resistance, in his mind’s eye, he was already overcoming ,with one firm, smooth thrust of his rock-hard rod as he sank it to the hilt into the slave’s arse.

The it suddenly it him; Maro’s superb phallic cannon supported by his testicular gun carriage had been thrown into thrown into clear relief by the removal of his pubic hair. In fact, on closer inspection, Flavius saw that, other than the hair on his head, Maro’s gleaming body had been shaved clean of any hair whatsoever. It was, for Flavius, if not a case of love, then at least of lust, at first sight. He knew he had to have Maro; a price, was quickly agreed with the dealer and Maro became Flavius’s property to do with as he wished. Any thoughts of continuing with what he had originally envisaged, to use a modern expression, as a shopping expedition, for the express purpose of acquiring several male slaves for sexual purposes, were forgotten. Flavius now had only one immediate objective: to get Maro back to the Casa Priapus and explore the sexual delights of his new slave’s gorgeous body and monumental cock.

Maro was the first slave that Flavius had ever bought for the explicit purpose of sex. In active exercise of his bi-sexual libido, Flavius had, over the past four years, had sex with other slaves of the Valerius household; but such relations had been an adjunct to the slaves’ normal functions as unpaid servants in the household. As they walked back to the Casa Priapus together, Flavius had never felt so erotically aroused at the prospect of having sex with any other man, whether slave or social equal, as he now felt about Maro. His own uncontrollable erection was hidden under the voluminous toga he was wearing. But with that mind of its own, his cock was already raging away with anticipation of forthcoming sex and exuding pre-cum. Just looking at Maro, Flavius was in such an aroused state that it was all he could do to restrain himself from tearing the clothes off his slave and fucking him there and then in the street. It is worth noting that, great and regular practitioners of sex though they undoubtedly were, Roman men were always modest in their attire in public. There was no tradition, even in sporting events, of male athletes showing their all, as was the case among the Greeks. Roman men did not vaunt their crown jewels in public. But underneath the cloak of overt, moral rectitude, sex, in all its forms, was, as ever, alive and well.

Flavius was fervently hoping that Maro would become a vigorous sex partner for him, always available to do his bidding, leading him to ever more exciting, hitherto unexplored, penetrative, homosexual, gymnastic exploits. He hoped too that Maro would prove to have an active sexual appetite for other men to match that of his own. He wanted the young man also to enjoy their couplings, which promised to be very frequent, in view of his quasi-insatiable need to exercise that side of his libido, which directed him regularly towards fuckong other men. Flavius had no idea at all as to Maro’s personal sexual orientation. He knew only what he had seen; but if, as Flavius fervently hoped, Maro was sexually attracted towards members of his own sex, then all to the good. However, if Maro turned out to be a red-blooded heterosexual, then he would have to learn that in his new post, his first and most important task would be to provide a welcoming anus for his new Master to fuck: as a slave he had absolutely no say in the matter.

Just as Flavius could fuck Maro as and when he wished, if he, the Master ordered Maro to do the unthinkable for a slave and fuck him, then that is what the young-man had to do, like it or not! There was, however, a potential fly in the ointment; if Flavius ordered Maro to fuck him, there was no guarantee that the lad, willing though he himself might be, would be physically able to obey the order. To play the active, top role in sex, whether hetero or homo, depends on the top’s ability to field a rock-hard fuck-stick at the appropriate moment. But, as we all know, a man’s cock has a mind of its own and can, on occasions, be wilfully disobedient and decline to rise to the occasion, whereas at other times, it embarrasses its owner by sticking itself out, uncalled for, like a sore thumb. In its own way it is in charge of its actions, as is a horse, which can be led to water, but cannot be made to drink if it does not wish to do so.

Thus if Valerius were to order Maro to fuck him, as, ignoring social convention, he might well do   – he had already had thoughts of allowing himself to be penetrated by the biggest and most beautiful penis he had ever seen   – if Maro’s cock decided not to play ball, then there was nothing either of them could do about it. So as they progressed towards the Casa Priapus and their first assignation together, Valerius was quite sure that he could uphold his own honour, as his cock was telling him in no uncertain terms from the moment he had first set eyes on Maro that it wanted to fuck him; but he was less sure about a potential return bout from his new slave, who was still an unknown quantity.

Flavius had not yet made it clear to Maro, the purpose behind his purchase. For all Maro knew, he was to be a household slave and do the bidding of Flavius, his new Master, who, by any standards, was also a sexually attractive young man. Arriving at Casa Priapus, Flavius, who could not wait to initiate his new slave into his role his principal, in-house, anal slave, took Maro straight to his own bedroom and told him to take off his clothes as he had a special assignment for him. Whilst Maro was stripping, Flavius did likewise. A minute or so later, the two young men, Maro, the slave, aged 19 and Flavius, Maro’s new Lord and Master, head of the House of Valerius, aged but 21, but already with four children to his name, stood there feasting their eyes on each other. Flavius had already seen and been visually seduced by the exquisite naked beauty of his new slave at the slave dealer’s.

Now seeing him for the second time within an hour, in private and on a one-to-one basis, he was not at all disappointed in his acquisition. As he gazed in admiration at Maro’s beauty, his heart jumped for joy as he saw that magnificent piece of uncontrollable manhood between his slave’s legs was already beginning its upward journey; as he watched, before his very eyes, Maro’s impressive, soft penis was transforming itself into a rock-hard fuck-stick, which within half a minute was pointing itself arrogantly at his Master. Maro had the biggest cock Flavius had ever seen   – and he had seen a lot. As it now was, ready for action, its huge. circumcised head glistening with a generous emission of pre-cum, it measured ten inches, straight as a die, with a diameter of just over two inches. As he was now seeing Maro completely aroused just by the act of looking at his new Master, Flavius knew that his initial fears that his slave might be unable to raise the flag, even if ordered to do so, were totally unfounded. From what he was seeing, his new slave had all the appearance of being an Alpha Cocksman: an expert at drilling arse.

Whilst Flavius was visually taking in the magnificently muscular physique and sexual attributes,of his new slave, Maro was likewise visually assessing his new Master. Other than telling Maro to take off his clothes, not another word had passed between them. But now, with the two young studs both naked and sizing each other up, words were superfluous as it was obvious where all this was leading. Maro, one of life’s realists, did not need Flavius to tell him what he already knew about himself; that he was exceptionally well-endowed sexually, which was a fact. But now that he was seeing Flavius naked for the first time, the slave saw that he and his new Master were physically a well-matched pair. True, in terms of penis size, Flavius could not quite match Maro   – but few men could; and anyway, Maro knew for a fact that black Africans generally had bigger cocks than Europeans. But looking at his Master’s cock, which was pointing directly at him, rigidly erect, he saw that Flavius was blessed with a more than credible erection: some 8 inches long and with a girth equivalent to his own; all in all, his new Master possessed a formidably long piece of hard-meat. And in terms of muscular development, Maro saw that his Master was obviously as proud of his own body as he himself was of his: he had that type of musculature which testified to many hours of regular exercise.

Flavius, fully aware that he was being visually assessed by his slave, was utterly blown away by what he saw. As Maro was his slave, he did not need any permission to do anything he wanted with or to him. Flavius could hold his libido in check no longer; as he answered the powerful call of sex, throwing convention to the winds, Flavius, the Master, dropped to his knees in front of Maro, his slave, and started hungrily licking his cock. He soon had circumcised head of Maro’s penis in his mouth and started sucking him off. Flavius was no newcomer the art of fellatio, both actively and passively, but never before had he taken a cock the size of Maro’s into his mouth. Maro, seeing what was obviously his new Master’s intention, like the good slave and servant he was, quickly proved himself sexually alert and obliged Valerius by starting to fuck his face. He began very gently at first; but, as is usually the case with any form of sexual intercourse, whether oral or anal, hetero or homo, lust very quickly takes control of the active partner’s actions, as he finds himself caught up and controlled by the stimulation of the sex act. Although it would be an exaggeration to say that Flavius took the entire 10 inches of Maro’s erection down his throat in this, their first act of union, he nevertheless took a sizeable length. However, Flavius did not allow Maro enough time to fuck himself to orgasm and dump his load into his mouth, as he suddenly disengaged himself from his slave’s cock and told Maro to lie flat on the his back on the bed.

Flavius proceeded to lubricate both Maro’s anus and his own cock with oil, before spreading his slave’s legs, kneeling down between them, he lifted them against his torso and held them vertical against his chest, one each side of his head. As he pushed the tip of his cock against Maro’s tight little anus, he felt the automatic reflex tensing of his slave’s anal sphincters, before stretching his tight pucker with one firm thrust of his cock-head and sliding his full length into his passage in one uninterrupted smooth movement. In total control, Flavius began that classic to and fro, reciprocating movement, which is the essence of sexual intercourse, whether hetero or homo. His signature technique, whether fucking his wife or another man, was always the same. He gave his bottom partner long strokes of his sizeable cock, withdrawing himself almost completely before making his next thrust. But for the very first time   – and remember, Flavius had been fucking butt since he was 15 years old   – he suddenly felt the need to satisfy his slave as much as he needed   – and intended   – to satisfy himself.

Until now, like most men, when he was topping another slave, or even a free-man of a lower class than himself, he had only ever thought of his own satisfaction. Most encounters hitherto had ended, after a few minutes of frenzied thrusting with both him and his partner maniacally jerking themselves off to completion. But now, with himself in the dominant position, in this, his first sexual union with Maro, his slave: his toy: his possession, with whom he could do absolutely anything he wanted, he suddenly knew that he wanted to please him as much as he wanted   – and needed   – to satisfy his own libido. Why he suddenly felt this way about a young black slave, whom he had just bought, he had no idea. But Flavius knew he did; moreover, he had already sensed that Maro was to occupy a very special place in his life.

With his dick still deep inside Maro, he began fucking him in earnest, which, at that moment, he not only wanted, but also needed to do. He was so sexually aroused by what he had just done for his slave orally, it suddenly hit him that when he had sex with his wife, he always climaxed inside her and left her with his load of life-creating man-juice inside her, as four children in four years testified. Moreover, he normally succeeded in taking his wife through to her own climax, which always occurred simultaneously with his own; and at that marvellous moment, they clung tightly together, often bathed in sweat, whilst he jerked his load into her. It was due to the regularity of Flavius’s stellar, conjugal performance as much as to the fact that she was still deeply in love with him that Claudia had agreed to stay with him and accept that she would share him sexually with a number of men.

All this flashed through Flavius’s mind with his cock still buried deeply inside his new slave, to whom he was just about to give his maiden fuck   – from his Master, that is; for it was obvious from what had already passed between them that Maro was a young man of considerable prior sexual experience. Flavius’s reflections had set him thinking; if he were able to take his wife through to orgasm simultaneous with his own, then why should he not do the same for another man whom he was fucking, or vice versa, if he allowed another man to fuck him? After all, he reasoned to himself, what usually happened between two men when they had sex, was that the top vigorously fucked the bottom and then, still far away from any orgasm for either of them, he withdrew himself; top and bottom then proceeded to jerk themselves off manually each towards his own independent climax. It has to be admitted, this he had done himself, times without number; it was the classic way two men fucked each other, two millennia later, it is still largely the same today.

But one thing he knew for sure; the orgasm he achieved when he fucked his wife, which was, perforce, without any manual stimulation, was much more pleasurable and intense than that produced by jerking himself off. It was with this thought in mind that he withdrew himself almost completely from Maro’s anus and prepared himself for his first true thrust. This was, in its way, a minor historic occasion. For Flavius, fucking Maro would be the first time he had ever had sex with a slave, whom he had bought for that express purpose. But it was also by way of being the initiation of the Casa Priapus into its true vocational purpose   – if one can attribute a vocation to an inanimate building : that of a place dedicated to the practice and celebration of homosexual sex. As he looked down on the smiling, handsome face of Maro, who as yet was unaware of his destiny with Flavius, he simply said: "Maro, just hold your kit out of the way whilst I fuck you and brace yourself; this is going to be a hard ride; don’t think of working your cock with your hand. Just leave everything to me."

With that, Flavius thrust his cock, with considerable force, back into Maro’s passage, burying it again up the hilt. It is said that many a true word is spoken in jest and from that first thrust onwards, Flavius saw that what he had said about a hard ride would be truer then he had ever imagined   – at least for himself. He had made the comment as he saw from the outset that his intention to attempt to bring both himself and Maro to simultaneously coordinated climaxes would require a great deal of effort by him as prime mover. But when he made that remark it had been off-the-cuff and he had not counted on what amounted to passive   – or if not quite passive   – invisible, resistance from Maro. Obviously well versed in the finer, often illusive points, of anal sex, the moment Maro felt that Flavius was ready to begin seriously to fuck him, he automatically flexed his anal sphincters and gripped his Master’s cock, if not in a vice-like grip, at least very firmly. As he made his first thrust, Flavius knew immediately that his cock was being held in the grasp of Maro’s anal muscles and that his slave, quite passively, was determined to wring the last ounce of pleasure for himself out of what his new Master was about to do to him. But, at the same time, Flavius, providing the entire physical effort behind all that was happening, realised that he too would benefit from the added friction which Maro was bringing to bear by gripping his cock.

What Maro did not know, was that Flavius was intent on giving them both a totally new sexual experience; but then, how could he as the two of them had never had sex together? But Flavius had already decided to that by fucking Maro long and hard, exclusively with his cock, they would both climax together; if things went as planned, he would dump his load deep inside of Maro, who would   – and this was thing   – simultaneously climax and ejaculate his own load over both his own and his Master’s torsos. Flavius had hitherto never even managed to climax himself and dump his own load inside any sex partner, of whom he had had plenty over the past four years. Now, here he was, in a braggadocio, look-at-me stance, in his first act of anal copulation with his new slave, a totally unknown quantity, not only fucking him for the first time, but envisaging also bringing them both to a simultaneous climax, using only his cock.

If Roman pigs had had wings, at that moment, they would have flown! Flavius had romantically seen himself as an Alpha Male, drenched in the sweat, due to the immense physical effort he had just made, collapsing post-coitally on top of Maro, their two bodies united as one by Maro’s semen, enjoying together the afterglow of those few, fleeting, euphoric moments, when they had exploded together in two simultaneous orgasms. That had been Flavius’s dream. But man’s best laid plans often go awry and any competent cocksman would have told Flavius that he was pissing into the wind. He had never yet even managed to bring himself to orgasm inside of one of the many male partners he had had over the past four years; so his ambition to take both himself and Maro to the sublime heights on their first union was really pie in the sky. But like many enthusiasts before him, he saw himself as invincible and was not to be deterred; he was, at that moment dreaming a well-nigh impossible dream.

As Flavius gave Maro’s anus that first serious thrust with his cock, Maro gripped his Master’s meat firmly with his anal sphincters. This had become almost an automatic, protective reflex for Maro, as he had been sorely abused by the chief slave of his previous Master, who had regularly used   – and abused   – his anus as his private property. In fact, Maro would never have dared to grip Flavius’s cock in the way he did, had he not been so often abused previously. To do so would have been seen by most Romans as lèse majesté and he would have been punished for it. However, his quasi-involuntary reaction had both a negative and positive effect on the act which then took place. Flavius knew from his past unsuccessful experiences that to achieve his goal and bring both of them to a climax together, he would require not only considerable staying power, but also the acuity to see when Maro had reached the critical point and was ready for that final thrust which would take both of them to that pinnacle of sexual experience: the simultaneous orgasm. But when push came to shove, thanks to the additional friction on his cock due to Maro’s grip on it, Flavius reached his own climax, whilst still battering Maro’s hole with his cock, well before his partner had reached his point of no return. Much to his chagrin, Flavius, despite his best intentions, could no longer hold himself back and, for the first time ever, dumped his entire load inside Maro in the greatest sexual climax he had ever experienced in his life.

Flavius was sorely disappointed that he had not succeeded in his ambitious endeavour. But what he had achieved should nevertheless be considered a success. For the first time ever, Flavius had himself climaxed inside his partner, a feat he had hitherto, in four years of active sex with other men, never accomplished; in fact, until now, he had never really tried. Not realising what his new Master had intended, as far as Maro was concerned, the situation was normal. Well, not quite normal as Maro had never before experienced his partner climaxing inside him in the way Flavius had just done. Maro was, in fact, highly impressed by his new Master’s sexual performance, which transcended anything he had previously experienced. This one experience had already shown him that when it came to anal sex, his new Master was that rare bird: an Alpha Male fucker. But as Flavius had not yet told him what his role in the Valerius household would be, Maro had no idea that he was destined, in the near future, to become the principal male sex partner of his new Master.

Both Flavius and Maro had probably divined instantly, from the first moment they had seen each other at the slave dealer’s, that there was that indefinable, compulsive, attraction between them, which would ultimately bring them sexually together. And now, looking at each other post-coitally, through rose tinted spectacles, both men knew, without exchanging a word, that they wanted each other. Maro had enjoyed being fucked by Flavius and could barely restrain himself from grabbing his Master and sinking his own tumescent meat into him there and then. But Maro was well aware that even though his Master could fuck him, the converse was not permissible. He knew he could never fuck an aristocrat like Flavius. But Maro’s desire was not one-sided, for Flavius knew that he wanted Maro to fuck him; he wanted to experience the pleasure of taking Maro’s full ten inches inside him and have his arse battered to orgasm by his slave as he tried to bring himself to climax inside his Master. But, somehow, now was not quite the right moment for Flavius to let his slave loose on his arse. He knew that had allowed himself to be carried away by his lust for Maro, whom had met only a brief time ago. At the end of the day, Maro was a slave and his subservient position in the Valerius household was to be brought home to him with a vengeance, which, in view of what had just occurred between him and his Master, was to be a brutally painful shock.

Flavius’s father, Valerius, had never been a hard task Master with his slaves, all of whom he treated, on the whole, quite well; so well, in fact, that most slaves in the Valerius household were highly content with their lot in life. They lived a better and more comfortable life and were better fed than most freedmen. However, whenever he purchased a new male slave, Valerius had systematically subjected him, immediately on arrival, to a beating, by way of a warning as to what would happen to him if he were in any way disobedient. Most slaves never received another beating during their time in the household. Flavius had seen no reason to discontinue this custom now that he was head of the household and he had systematically beaten, on their arrival, the two or three new male slaves he had bought since his father’s death and he knew that he could not allow Maro to escape this painful induction. To do so would be a sign of weakness; and who could tell where that might lead? He now saw the error of his ways; he should have beaten Maro immediately on arrival at the Casa Priapus, before allowing himself to be carried away by his new slave’s sexual attractiveness and giving way to his own lust for the young man. But he had not done so; and what was done was done and could not be undone.

Thus, he was now faced with the difficulty of retroactively punishing a young man to whom he was personally very attracted and whom he had just fucked, thereby already giving him ideas above his station. When I say ideas above his station, Maro’s relationship with his new Master and the household, which he had just entered, had never been defined. But actions speak louder than words, of which very few had passed between them; and from the way in which his new Master had treated him sexually, Maro could have been quite reasonably forgiven for thinking that he was special. Flavius was embarrassed to find himself in an invidious position, entirely of his own making; he had acted in haste and now was repenting at leisure as he considered what to do.

But if Flavius wanted to retain his authority, what could he do but beat Maro? Like many men in a position of power, he offered no explanation as he ordered Maro to stand up, bend across the end of the table and present his buttocks for a beating, Poor Maro, had no idea why he was to be beaten; but, as a slave, he could not disobey a command from his Master, who proceeded, forthwith, to flog his arse with a short leather whip. Had there been any observers present, which, thank God, there were not, they would have witnessed the remarkable sight of a muscular, young, black slave, with an enormous, erect penis, having his arse roasted by his equally muscular Master, who too was stark naked and also sporting a rigid erection. It was a highly erotic, totally un-programmed dramatic scene: a naked Roman aristocrat exercising absolute power over his slave, who had no idea why he was being flogged. Flavius, who did have a conscience, felt absolutely awful thrashing a young man whom he already liked enormously and whom he had just fucked. But just try to imagine how totally confused Maro felt after what he had just experienced at the hands of his Master: fucked and then, for no apparent reason, immediately thrashed; but his not to reason why, but to obey.

Immediately after he had beaten Maro, Flavius was consumed with self-recrimination and guilt at what he had just done. He made amends in the only way he could, to show his slave that the nascent relationship that he had cut short by suddenly deciding to flog his slave, was not dead. He did not try to excuse himself verbally; but as Maro was still bent across the table he placed a comforting hand, palm down gently on his slave’s back, to indicate that he should remain in that bent over position. He first poured a little soothing, herb-scented oil onto the welts with which, he had defiled Maro’s gorgeously attractive buttocks, before very carefully massaging the oil into Maro’s wounds, trying to ease his pain and not to hurt him further. As he continued his ministrations, he descended further into crevice between the Maro’s buttocks and soon he was massaging oil around the lad’s anus. By this time Maro saw that Flavius was intent on having sex with him again, to which he had personally no objection, as it was now dawning on him that he may have been bought by his new Master exclusively for sex purposes. To facilitate matters he obligingly spread his legs, thereby exposing the entrancingly tight anal pucker, from which Flavius had, only a few minutes ago, withdrawn his meat, after what he himself considered his ill-fated, failed, maiden fuck of his new slave. But as Maro had never known that Flavius’s laudable objective had been a double orgasm, he did not see their first union as a failure. Quite to the contrary, in fact, as he had emerged from their union feeling truly well-fucked by Flavius, who had managed to climax and dump his load inside him, something which he had never before experienced. The only thing he regretted was that Flavius, having himself climaxed and shot his load inside him, had withdrawn and not allowed him to jerk himself off to his own orgasm and, for no apparent reason, had then suddenly withdrawn himself and ordered Maro across the table, where he had taken a whip to his arse.

Maro was not, therefore, surprised when he again felt the tip of his Master’s cock pushing against his anus, and then, for the second time within an hour, as Flavius again slid his hard fuck-stick into his passage, Maro’s anal sphincters again automatically gripped what they evidently saw as a marauding invader entering the most private of sanctums. But this time, once Flavius had overcome this resistance and slid his full length inside of Maro for the second time within an hour, he paused; then for the first time he told Maro what he was trying to do.

"Maro, if you could release your grip on my cock a bit it would make things much easier for me. I really do want to fuck you, in a way in which I have never wanted to fuck any man before. What I was trying to do an hour ago, but I made the mistake of not telling you, was to take both of us through to orgasm at the same time, so that we both shot our loads together and enjoyed simultaneous orgasms, without recourse to any manual assistance. So I wanted to climax inside you and leave you with my load and, at the same time, I wanted you to spray us both with your own semen. But due to your tight grip on my dick, I was not able to hold myself back long enough to bring you to your own climax and I shot my wad early, leaving you high and dry to fend for yourself. But I did not even allow you to do that, as I immediately felt that I had to beat you. You did not know it, but I am telling you now; all slaves on this house, receive a beating on their arrival. It is by way of an induction, to warn them of what will happen to them if they are disobedient. Anyway, you know what happened; I simply dumped my load and left you totally unsatisfied. So, Maro, what I want you to do is to relax your muscles and free my cock to allow me to try again to take us both at the same time to that state of nirvana."

"Master, I do not think you failed in your mission. As a slave, I have been with many men since I was 16 years sold and I can tell you that never in that time has anyone ever fucked me in the way you did. That was the first time I have ever experienced any of my Masters   – and I have had several   – climaxing inside me and leaving me with their semen inside me. So, for me, Master, it was a success as I am carrying part of you inside me."

"Well, Maro, I am glad you feel like that. But just do what I say; try to release your grip on my meat and hold your own kit out of the way and I will endeavour to do better this time."

It was now a matter of pride for Flavius to achieve his lofty, but laudable goal, and bring both himself and his slave to orgasm simultaneously, a feat which he had dreamed of, but which he had never, as yet, achieved. But somehow he felt that in Maro he had found someone very special, who was destined to become his future muse in matters sexual and inspire him to ever greater heights. Flavius had known from the moment he had first seen Maro, that he wanted him. But what he had not yet recognised was that what he thought was lust, had in fact been love at first sight. It was a truth which Flavius did not acknowledge to himself until many years later. But I must not get ahead of myself in this story and allow thing to happen at their due time.

Maro obeyed Flavius’s order to relax his anal grip on his Master’s cock, whereupon Flavius immediately began to fuck his slave with the long caressingly gentle strokes with the full length of his cock. As his own sexual arousal built up, Flavius increased the length, force and speed of each of his downward thrust, until he was hammering away at great speed at Maro’s arse. At each thrust he bottomed his balls against his slave’s arse, giving him the repeated benefit of his full length each time. Sweating like a bull with the intensity of his efforts, he was rewarded by Maro, who cried out several times: "Master, please don’t stop; please, please, Master, don’t stop now." By this time, Flavius was on the edge of his own climax, but he steeled himself and managed to hold himself back until he somehow sensed that he had brought Maro to the point of no return. At that moment he withdrew himself completely before plunging his fuck-stick, dripping with precum, with the greatest force he could muster, back into Maro’s anus, which brought both of them to a climax. With his cock buried to the hilt inside Maro, Flavius, pumped and pumped his second load of semen within an hour, deep into his slave. It was an orgasm, which seemed as if it would never end; in reality, although hyper-intense, it was as fleeting as it always is. Maro, whose own massively erect cock, was hanging over the edge of the table, over which he had been bent to be flogged and over which, with Flavius standing behind him in a sort of modified doggy position, he had just been right royally fucked, dumped his load onto the floor.

Dripping with the sweat of his labour, Flavius now slumped, exhausted, over Maro’s back, leaving his rock-hard cock to calm itself still embedded inside of his slave’s rectum. It had been a perfect coupling, as both men had experienced that nec-plus-ultra of male sex: the simultaneous male orgasm: that ultimate pleasure, so often dreamed of, but so rarely experienced as it required so great an effort. For Maro, it had been an occasion, the like of which he had never even dreamed; never know, until now, that such pleasure existed. But it was true; it was all real; it had all actually happened to him; and with his new Master to boot! But for Flavius, ever the romantic, his future sexual relations with other men, would become an increasingly important factor in his life. No matter what the social status of the man with whom he was having sex, from slave to one of his own aristocratic peers, he always whether performing as a top or bottom, treated his partner with respect. He had that inbuilt feeling that the sex act was a mutual affair and that both partners, no matter what their station in life or their part in the act, deserved to enjoy the experience of one of life’s most magic moments. Flavius was the exception which proved the rule: he was a considerate and empathetic, Roman patrician.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Roman Excess - Chapter 4", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "100" }